{"data":{"id":12761,"title":"Tales of Kid Crimson: Issue #3","rsi_url":"https:\/\/robertsspaceindustries.com\/comm-link\/serialized-fiction\/12761-Tales-Of-Kid-Crimson-Issue-3","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-links\/12761","api_public_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/comm-links\/12761","channel":"Undefined","category":"Undefined","series":"Tales of Kid Crimson","images":[{"id":113,"name":"MysterySerial_FI_3Crop.jpg","rsi_url":"https:\/\/robertsspaceindustries.com\/media\/zcrgqkm79nm2fr\/source\/MysterySerial_FI_3Crop.jpg","alt":"","size":1246218,"mime_type":"image\/jpeg","last_modified":"2013-07-19T05:28:35+00:00","api_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/113","similar_url":"https:\/\/api.star-citizen.wiki\/api\/comm-link-images\/113\/similar"}],"images_count":1,"translations":{"en_EN":"This is not good. I felt like I was standing on a landmine. I couldn\u2019t tell if the assassin had left or not, no matter what scan I ran. Now it seems that I was the victim of my own great idea. The main reason I chose this spot to jump the hauler was the interference caused by the nearby solar storm. Now it was boning my scanners like it boned his. Five more minutes passed. Hell with it. I wasn\u2019t going to do anything. If they wanted to blast me to nothing, they could do it at any time. Meantime, I can figure out what cards I do have.\n\nFirst and foremost, there were probably a dozen slaves locked in the cargo hold, dosed and stacked for easier transport. That\u2019s a good chunk of cred. Possible the hauler had a shadow keeping watch, make sure he didn\u2019t do anything suspect. Once he got jacked, the shadow took him out. These people care about the product, not their employees. If that was true, why haven\u2019t they raised me on comm? I\u2019d assume they\u2019d try to strongarm me to finish the hauler\u2019s route.\n\nMy computer finished negotiating with the cargo\u2019s onboard. My screen lit up with controls to monitor vital signs, access the flow of meds keeping them under, change temperature and pressure, etc. It didn\u2019t have any registration tags attached, probably salvaged and repurposed or stolen and wiped.\n\nI ran another signal sweep of the area, just to see if my friend was dozing. Apparently not. Nothing. It seems ridiculous that they would blast the hauler and then take off. But then again, who knows, there are some nuts out there.\n\nI gave the flight-stick a little nudge. One of the ad-thrusters on the wing kicked. All my defensive monitors lit up with Missile Lock warnings. The blood boiled into my ears. I punched the warning indicators quiet, cracking the screen\u2019s housing. Fine. Fine. I couldn\u2019t wait to figure a way out of this and stomp this slug.\n\nBut the reality was I didn\u2019t have anything. I got an assassin with some ridiculous cloaking cap who\u2019s got me dead to rights. I got a box full of comatose slaves with no origin or reg tags, so it might as well have come from pixie-land. All in all, I\u2019m pretty fu-\n\n\u201cUnidentified Freelancer Class. Under Article 43 of the Advocacy Authority Act, you are ordered to power down your vessel.\u201d It was a woman. That Agent from the Hub?\n\nWords escape me. At this point, I can\u2019t even get angrier. I\u2019m sure the nice Advocacy Agent will be terribly sympathetic to my invisible assassin story, not charge me with trafficking, and not give me thirty years on a Prison World. Maybe this was the assassin? I doubt it. My scanners were still blippy from the storm and it seemed like a lot of hoops to jump through for what? Nah, I doubt it. Maybe the assassin dropped a call to them\u2026\n\n\u201cUnidentified Freelancer Class. You have one minute-\u201d\n\nScrew it. I kicked the burners full and swung the ship around. If they want to shoot me, they can shoot me running. The Advocacy Agent\u2019s Interceptor fired up and raced after me. Laser fire zipped past the cockpit. I put my shields back-full. Should be more than enough to stop her shots, besides she\u2019s not trying to destroy me. She\u2019s going to go for non-essential drives, ad-thrusters, whatever will hobble me. It\u2019s also indicating that she knows what\u2019s in the cargo.\n\nI pushed back toward civilization. I was studying the shipping routes when my shields flared up and ship shook. She hit me with a dumbfire missile. Um. Pretty sure that is not standard operating procedure.\n\nI took a series of laser hits before I could dive out of the stream of fire. Shields needed some time to get back. So in the meantime we had a tumble. She was agile, much more so than my ship, but I had a couple surprises for her. I had my guns, sure, but I\u2019m not battling an Advocacy Agent. I don\u2019t need that kind of attention so I put most of my modifications into the ship\u2019s handling; hidden ad-thrusters, back-up engines, suicide brakes. The works. She was going to get a full display.\n\nWe sliced and twisted through space, never diverting from the path back to the flow of traffic. I was going for the jump-point and I\u2019m sure she guessed it. She was fighting for a missile lock and I used every trick in the book to prevent it.\n\nUp ahead, local Police ships broke away from their posts and moved to intercept. Guess she comm\u2019d them into the chase. Unfortunately for them, I wouldn\u2019t have made it this long if I couldn\u2019t dodge a police cruiser or two. Their turn radius is dismal, so first lesson is to head straight at it, zip past and it\u2019ll take five minutes to turn around. You do have to survive the gunfire and rocket attacks though.\n\nThe two cruisers opened up with everything they had. I split shields and checked what they were throwing at me. The trick to surviving maneuvers like this is to know your ship. Know what it can take and what it can\u2019t then divert your defenses to handle what it can\u2019t. In short though, I was getting chewed up.\n\nI cut a roll, dropped a spread of countermeasures to divert some of the rockets. I even fired off a missile of my own then cut the engines to trick a FoF. I went full, rerouting the power from the guns to help offset shield depletion. Suddenly, they switched to guns. Guess the Agent told them what was in the cargo.\n\nI raced past them toward the steady flow of commuter and trade ships, queuing to pass into the next system. I dropped beneath a freighter and raced past the observation deck. I could almost see the wide eyes of the kids on their trip out to the systems. I flipped my electroskin off to try and blend with the normal civilians then loaded up the NavPath for this jump-point and punched it.\n\nThe Advocacy Agent swung her Interceptor between me and the jump-point. Her weapons flared to life. I weaved through the civilians. If she wanted to take a shot, I was gonna make it an impossible one.\n\nI rolled over her, dropping a little surprise, and plunged into the jump-point. The stars seemed blur, accelerating and slowing down at the same time. Right after I disappeared, my EMP bomb exploded.\n\nIt wasn\u2019t lethal. The ships would reset on their own but it would cause enough chaos to give me time to get away.\n\nEmerging through the other side, I gunned it as fast and as far away as I could. Satisfied that I was clear, I finally had a moment to think. This whole situation kept finding new ways to rub me ragged. I had to lay low, try and get a handle on things.\n\nOne thing I did know, someone out there was trying to make me dance. Now I gotta figure out how to change the tune. . . .to be continued","de_DE":"Das ist nicht gut. Ich f\u00fchlte mich, als w\u00fcrde ich auf einer Landmine stehen. Ich konnte nicht sagen, ob der Attent\u00e4ter gegangen war oder nicht, egal welchen Scan ich gemacht habe. Jetzt scheint es, dass ich das Opfer meiner eigenen gro\u00dfartigen Idee war. Der Hauptgrund, warum ich diesen Ort gew\u00e4hlt habe, um mit dem Schlepper zu springen, war die St\u00f6rung durch den nahen Sonnensturm. Jetzt hat es meine Scanner entbeint, als h\u00e4tte es seine entbeint. F\u00fcnf weitere Minuten vergingen. Zum Teufel damit. Ich wollte gar nichts tun. Wenn sie mich zu nichts zwingen wollten, k\u00f6nnten sie es jederzeit tun. In der Zwischenzeit kann ich herausfinden, welche Karten ich habe.\n\nIn erster Linie waren es wahrscheinlich ein Dutzend Sklaven, die im Frachtraum eingeschlossen, dosiert und gestapelt waren, um den Transport zu erleichtern. Das ist ein guter Teil der Glaubw\u00fcrdigkeit. M\u00f6glicherweise hatte der Schlepper einen Schatten, der Wache hielt, stellen Sie sicher, dass er nichts Verd\u00e4chtiges tat. Als er angegriffen wurde, nahm ihn der Schatten heraus. Diese Menschen k\u00fcmmern sich um das Produkt, nicht um ihre Mitarbeiter. Wenn das wahr war, warum haben sie mich dann nicht zu Kommunikationsaufgaben erzogen? Ich nehme an, sie w\u00fcrden versuchen, mich zu st\u00e4rken, um die Route des Schleppers zu beenden.\n\nMein Computer hat die Verhandlungen mit den Frachtf\u00fchrern an Bord beendet. Mein Bildschirm leuchtete mit Kontrollen auf, um Vitalparameter zu \u00fcberwachen, auf den Fluss der Medikamente zuzugreifen, die sie unter Kontrolle halten, Temperatur und Druck zu \u00e4ndern, etc. Es waren keine Registrierungskennzeichen angebracht, wahrscheinlich geborgen und wiederverwendet oder gestohlen und abgewischt.\n\nIch habe eine weitere Signalsuche durch das Gebiet durchgef\u00fchrt, nur um zu sehen, ob mein Freund geschlafen hat. Anscheinend nicht. Nichts. Es erscheint l\u00e4cherlich, dass sie den Schlepper sprengen und dann abheben w\u00fcrden. Aber andererseits, wer wei\u00df, gibt es da drau\u00dfen ein paar N\u00fcsse.\n\nIch gab dem Flugstock einen kleinen Schubs. Eine der Werbeantriebe am Fl\u00fcgel trat. Alle meine Abwehrmonitore leuchteten mit Raketenschlosswarnungen auf. Das Blut kochte in meine Ohren. Ich stie\u00df leise auf die Warnblinkleuchten und knackte das Geh\u00e4use des Bildschirms. Gut. Gut. Ich konnte es kaum erwarten, einen Ausweg zu finden und diese Kugel zu treten.\n\nAber die Realit\u00e4t war, dass ich nichts hatte. Ich habe einen Attent\u00e4ter mit einer l\u00e4cherlichen Tarnm\u00fctze, der mich auf die Palme bringt. Ich habe eine Kiste voller komat\u00f6ser Sklaven ohne Herkunfts- oder Reg-Tags bekommen, also h\u00e4tte sie genauso gut aus dem Pixie-Land kommen k\u00f6nnen. Alles in allem bin ich ein ziemliches Arschloch.\n\n\"Nicht identifizierte Freelancer-Klasse. Gem\u00e4\u00df Artikel 43 des Advocacy Authority Act sind Sie angewiesen, Ihr Schiff auszuschalten.\" Es war eine Frau. Der Agent vom Hub?\n\nWorte entgehen mir. An diesem Punkt kann ich nicht einmal w\u00fctender werden. Ich bin sicher, dass der nette Advocacy Agent schrecklich mitf\u00fchlend f\u00fcr meine unsichtbare Attent\u00e4tergeschichte sein wird, mich nicht wegen Menschenhandels anklagen und mir keine drei\u00dfig Jahre auf einer Gef\u00e4ngniswelt geben wird. Vielleicht war das der Attent\u00e4ter? Das bezweifle ich. Meine Scanner waren immer noch schlagfertig vom Sturm und es schien wie eine Menge Reifen, durch die man springen konnte, wof\u00fcr? Nee, das bezweifle ich. Vielleicht hat der Attent\u00e4ter einen Anruf zu ihnen fallen lassen.....\n\n\"Nicht identifizierte Freelancer-Klasse. Du hast eine Minute Zeit....\"\n\nVergiss es. Ich trat die Brenner voll und schwang das Schiff herum. Wenn sie mich erschie\u00dfen wollen, k\u00f6nnen sie mich beim Laufen erschie\u00dfen. Der Abfangj\u00e4ger des Advocacy-Agenten feuerte auf und raste mir nach. Der Laserfeuer schoss am Cockpit vorbei. Ich habe meine Schilde wieder vollgestellt. Sollte mehr als genug sein, um ihre Sch\u00fcsse zu stoppen, au\u00dferdem versucht sie nicht, mich zu zerst\u00f6ren. Sie wird sich f\u00fcr unwesentliche Antriebe, Ad-Thrusters und was auch immer mich behindern wird. Es deutet auch darauf hin, dass sie wei\u00df, was in der Ladung ist.\n\nIch dr\u00e4ngte zur\u00fcck in die Zivilisation. Ich studierte die Schifffahrtsrouten, als meine Schilde aufloderten und das Schiff zitterte. Sie schlug mich mit einer dummen Feuerrakete. \u00c4hm. Ziemlich sicher, dass das keine Standardarbeitsanweisung ist.\n\nIch nahm eine Reihe von Laserschl\u00e4gen, bevor ich aus dem Feuerstrom tauchen konnte. Die Schilde brauchten etwas Zeit, um zur\u00fcck zu kommen. Also hatten wir in der Zwischenzeit einen Sturz. Sie war agil, viel mehr als mein Schiff, aber ich hatte ein paar \u00dcberraschungen f\u00fcr sie. Ich hatte meine Waffen, sicher, aber ich k\u00e4mpfe nicht gegen einen Advocacy-Agenten. Ich brauche diese Art von Aufmerksamkeit nicht, also habe ich die meisten meiner Modifikationen in die Handhabung des Schiffes gesteckt; versteckte Ad-Thrusters, Backup-Motoren, Selbstmordbremsen. Das funktioniert. Sie wollte eine vollst\u00e4ndige Darstellung bekommen.\n\nWir schnitt und verdrehte durch den Raum und lenkte nie vom Weg zur\u00fcck zum Verkehrsfluss. Ich war auf dem Weg zum Sprungpunkt und ich bin sicher, dass sie es erraten hat. Sie k\u00e4mpfte f\u00fcr ein Raketenschloss und ich nutzte jeden Trick im Buch, um es zu verhindern.\n\nVor uns brachen die lokalen Polizeischiffe von ihren Posten ab und gingen zum Abfangen. Ich sch\u00e4tze, sie hat sie in die Verfolgung einbezogen. Leider h\u00e4tte ich es f\u00fcr sie nicht so lange geschafft, wenn ich nicht einem oder zwei Polizeikreuzern ausweichen k\u00f6nnte. Ihr Kurvenradius ist d\u00fcster, also ist die erste Lektion, geradeaus zu fahren, vorbeizuziehen und es wird f\u00fcnf Minuten dauern, bis sie sich umdrehen. Du musst jedoch die Sch\u00fcsse und Raketenangriffe \u00fcberleben.\n\nDie beiden Kreuzer \u00f6ffneten sich mit allem, was sie hatten. Ich spaltete die Schilde und \u00fcberpr\u00fcfte, was sie auf mich warfen. Der Trick, um solche Man\u00f6ver zu \u00fcberleben, ist, sein Schiff zu kennen. Wisse, was es aufnehmen kann und was es nicht kann, dann lenke deine Verteidigung ab, um mit dem umzugehen, was es nicht kann. Kurz gesagt, ich war dabei, zerkaut zu werden.\n\nIch schnitt eine Rolle, lie\u00df eine Reihe von Gegenma\u00dfnahmen fallen, um einige der Raketen abzulenken. Ich feuerte sogar eine eigene Rakete ab und schnitt dann die Triebwerke ab, um einen FoF zu \u00fcberlisten. Ich ging voll und leitete die Energie von den Kanonen um, um die Schildausbeutung auszugleichen. Pl\u00f6tzlich wechselten sie zu Waffen. Ich sch\u00e4tze, der Agent hat ihnen gesagt, was in der Ladung war.\n\nIch fuhr an ihnen vorbei in Richtung des stetigen Flusses von Pendler- und Handelsschiffen und stand Schlange, um in das n\u00e4chste System zu gelangen. Ich fiel unter einen Frachter und raste an der Aussichtsplattform vorbei. Ich konnte fast die gro\u00dfen Augen der Kinder auf ihrer Reise zu den Systemen sehen. Ich schlug meine Elektrohaut ab, um zu versuchen, sich mit den normalen Zivilisten zu vermischen, dann lud ich den NavPath f\u00fcr diesen Sprungpunkt hoch und schlug ihn.\n\nDer Advocacy-Agent schwang ihren Abfangj\u00e4ger zwischen mir und dem Sprungpunkt. Ihre Waffen flammten zum Leben. Ich habe die Zivilisten durchwoben. Wenn sie einen Schuss machen wollte, wollte ich es zu einem unm\u00f6glichen machen.\n\nIch rollte \u00fcber sie, lie\u00df eine kleine \u00dcberraschung fallen und st\u00fcrzte mich in den Sprungpunkt. Die Sterne schienen verschwommen, beschleunigend und verlangsamend zugleich. Kurz nachdem ich verschwunden war, explodierte meine EMP-Bombe.\n\nEs war nicht t\u00f6dlich. Die Schiffe w\u00fcrden von selbst zur\u00fcckgesetzt, aber es w\u00fcrde genug Chaos verursachen, um mir Zeit zu geben, wegzukommen.\n\nAls ich durch die andere Seite kam, schoss ich sie so schnell und so weit weg, wie ich konnte. Zufrieden, dass ich mich klar ausgedr\u00fcckt hatte, hatte ich endlich einen Moment zum Nachdenken. Diese ganze Situation fand immer wieder neue Wege, mich zu reiben. Ich musste mich zur\u00fcckhalten, versuchen, die Dinge in den Griff zu bekommen.\n\nEine Sache, die ich kannte, war, dass jemand da drau\u00dfen versuchte, mich zum Tanzen zu bringen. Jetzt muss ich herausfinden, wie ich die Stimmung \u00e4ndern kann.\n\n\n. ...wird fortgesetzt","zh_CN":"This is not good. I felt like I was standing on a landmine. I couldn\u2019t tell if the assassin had left or not, no matter what scan I ran. Now it seems that I was the victim of my own great idea. The main reason I chose this spot to jump the hauler was the interference caused by the nearby solar storm. Now it was boning my scanners like it boned his. Five more minutes passed. Hell with it. I wasn\u2019t going to do anything. If they wanted to blast me to nothing, they could do it at any time. Meantime, I can figure out what cards I do have.\n\nFirst and foremost, there were probably a dozen slaves locked in the cargo hold, dosed and stacked for easier transport. That\u2019s a good chunk of cred. Possible the hauler had a shadow keeping watch, make sure he didn\u2019t do anything suspect. Once he got jacked, the shadow took him out. These people care about the product, not their employees. If that was true, why haven\u2019t they raised me on comm? I\u2019d assume they\u2019d try to strongarm me to finish the hauler\u2019s route.\n\nMy computer finished negotiating with the cargo\u2019s onboard. My screen lit up with controls to monitor vital signs, access the flow of meds keeping them under, change temperature and pressure, etc. It didn\u2019t have any registration tags attached, probably salvaged and repurposed or stolen and wiped.\n\nI ran another signal sweep of the area, just to see if my friend was dozing. Apparently not. Nothing. It seems ridiculous that they would blast the hauler and then take off. But then again, who knows, there are some nuts out there.\n\nI gave the flight-stick a little nudge. One of the ad-thrusters on the wing kicked. All my defensive monitors lit up with Missile Lock warnings. The blood boiled into my ears. I punched the warning indicators quiet, cracking the screen\u2019s housing. Fine. Fine. I couldn\u2019t wait to figure a way out of this and stomp this slug.\n\nBut the reality was I didn\u2019t have anything. I got an assassin with some ridiculous cloaking cap who\u2019s got me dead to rights. I got a box full of comatose slaves with no origin or reg tags, so it might as well have come from pixie-land. All in all, I\u2019m pretty fu-\n\n\u201cUnidentified Freelancer Class. Under Article 43 of the Advocacy Authority Act, you are ordered to power down your vessel.\u201d It was a woman. That Agent from the Hub?\n\nWords escape me. At this point, I can\u2019t even get angrier. I\u2019m sure the nice Advocacy Agent will be terribly sympathetic to my invisible assassin story, not charge me with trafficking, and not give me thirty years on a Prison World. Maybe this was the assassin? I doubt it. My scanners were still blippy from the storm and it seemed like a lot of hoops to jump through for what? Nah, I doubt it. Maybe the assassin dropped a call to them\u2026\n\n\u201cUnidentified Freelancer Class. You have one minute-\u201d\n\nScrew it. I kicked the burners full and swung the ship around. If they want to shoot me, they can shoot me running. The Advocacy Agent\u2019s Interceptor fired up and raced after me. Laser fire zipped past the cockpit. I put my shields back-full. Should be more than enough to stop her shots, besides she\u2019s not trying to destroy me. She\u2019s going to go for non-essential drives, ad-thrusters, whatever will hobble me. It\u2019s also indicating that she knows what\u2019s in the cargo.\n\nI pushed back toward civilization. I was studying the shipping routes when my shields flared up and ship shook. She hit me with a dumbfire missile. Um. Pretty sure that is not standard operating procedure.\n\nI took a series of laser hits before I could dive out of the stream of fire. Shields needed some time to get back. So in the meantime we had a tumble. She was agile, much more so than my ship, but I had a couple surprises for her. I had my guns, sure, but I\u2019m not battling an Advocacy Agent. I don\u2019t need that kind of attention so I put most of my modifications into the ship\u2019s handling; hidden ad-thrusters, back-up engines, suicide brakes. The works. She was going to get a full display.\n\nWe sliced and twisted through space, never diverting from the path back to the flow of traffic. I was going for the jump-point and I\u2019m sure she guessed it. She was fighting for a missile lock and I used every trick in the book to prevent it.\n\nUp ahead, local Police ships broke away from their posts and moved to intercept. Guess she comm\u2019d them into the chase. Unfortunately for them, I wouldn\u2019t have made it this long if I couldn\u2019t dodge a police cruiser or two. Their turn radius is dismal, so first lesson is to head straight at it, zip past and it\u2019ll take five minutes to turn around. You do have to survive the gunfire and rocket attacks though.\n\nThe two cruisers opened up with everything they had. I split shields and checked what they were throwing at me. The trick to surviving maneuvers like this is to know your ship. Know what it can take and what it can\u2019t then divert your defenses to handle what it can\u2019t. In short though, I was getting chewed up.\n\nI cut a roll, dropped a spread of countermeasures to divert some of the rockets. I even fired off a missile of my own then cut the engines to trick a FoF. I went full, rerouting the power from the guns to help offset shield depletion. Suddenly, they switched to guns. Guess the Agent told them what was in the cargo.\n\nI raced past them toward the steady flow of commuter and trade ships, queuing to pass into the next system. I dropped beneath a freighter and raced past the observation deck. I could almost see the wide eyes of the kids on their trip out to the systems. I flipped my electroskin off to try and blend with the normal civilians then loaded up the NavPath for this jump-point and punched it.\n\nThe Advocacy Agent swung her Interceptor between me and the jump-point. Her weapons flared to life. I weaved through the civilians. If she wanted to take a shot, I was gonna make it an impossible one.\n\nI rolled over her, dropping a little surprise, and plunged into the jump-point. The stars seemed blur, accelerating and slowing down at the same time. Right after I disappeared, my EMP bomb exploded.\n\nIt wasn\u2019t lethal. The ships would reset on their own but it would cause enough chaos to give me time to get away.\n\nEmerging through the other side, I gunned it as fast and as far away as I could. Satisfied that I was clear, I finally had a moment to think. This whole situation kept finding new ways to rub me ragged. I had to lay low, try and get a handle on things.\n\nOne thing I did know, someone out there was trying to make me dance. Now I gotta figure out how to change the tune. . . .to be continued"},"links_count":0,"comment_count":32,"created_at":"2012-11-05T00:00:00+00:00","created_at_human":"13 years ago"},"meta":{"processed_at":"2026-04-29 13:05:11","valid_relations":["images","links","translations"],"prev_id":12760,"next_id":12762}}